Page 50 of A Fierce Princess

“That’s right, Princess,” he murmurs as he thrusts up when I thrust down. I start frantically moving, I’m so close, and I need my release.

“Yes, take it, baby. Take what you need,” he urges. I grip his shoulders tightly as I slam down one last time and cry out his name. I feel all my inner muscles pulsating around him and then I hear him groan as he thrusts up harder into me, releasing his seed deep inside my channel.

I place my head on his shoulder as I regain my composure.

“That was…” I trail off.

“Really fucking amazing,” he finishes.

I grin against his skin and give him a playful bite.

“Did you just bite me, Princess?” he asks, swatting my ass playfully.

“Princesses don’t bite,” I correct him.

He laughs and the movement of his body inside me makes me moan as my muscles clamp down on him one last time.

“Jesus, Anna,” he grates out through his clenched jaw.

I grin, feeling powerful. I lift myself from him and sit back down.

“How come this water is still warm?” he muses, pulling up his fingers and examining them.

I laugh. “It circulates the water through a heater,” I explain.

“Fancy,” he says. I shrug and lift myself out of the water.

“I should dry off. I’m sure Shannon will want to debrief me soon,” I say as I grab a towel and wrap it around me.

He gets up and grabs another towel. Once he has it secured around his waist, he pulls me against him and kisses me hard. He leans his forehead against mine.

“You’re addictive, Anna,” he whispers. “Everything about you is addictive, your smell, your words, the feel of your skin, your taste, everything.”

I hear a knock on my door, and I pull back from him. “Shit, that’ll be Shannon. I’ll tell her to bugger off, while I dress,” I say. I run out and tell her I was just relaxing, and I’ll meet her in the drawing room in ten minutes. She gives me a suspicious look, but nods and leaves. I turn and lean against the closed door as Logan peeks out from the bathroom.

“All clear?” he asks.

“All clear,” I reply.

It’s only then that I notice Logan’s clothes on my bed. I sigh and hope that Shannon didn’t notice them. I silently curse myself for making my life more complicated, which is actually fairly impressive considering everything going on.

Logan walks over and puts his clothes on. I stay against the door, watching him, partly fascinated by how he pulls on his trousers and buttons his shirt. It’s different from how my brothers and father do it. I’ve never given much thought to how people dress, but Logan’s movements have all my attention.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks as he turns around with a smug smirk on his face. I roll my eyes at the boyish sentiment.

“Are you?” I retort as I release the towel and saunter toward him. I can hear his intake of breath from across the room. When I reach him, I lean up on my tippytoes, grab his hair, and pull him down so I can kiss him.

He hauls me up against his body and I comply, wrapping my legs around his waist as we battle with our tongues for control of the kiss. Once I feel like I’ve won, I pull back and grin.

“I gotta go,” I say as I slide down his body and bounce over to my wardrobe to grab a new outfit. I feel his eyes on me, so I take my time pulling on a dress. I pull my hair up and turn my head, glancing at him.

“Be a doll and pull up my zipper, will you?” I ask. I see his jaw tense as he walks toward me. He runs a single finger up my back, giving me chills before he complies.

“Thanks,” I whisper, my voice breathy.

He leans in and whispers back in my ear, “You’re welcome, Your Highness.” I shiver. Those words on his lips sound so naughty, and I love it. I’m not at all sure what Logan’s doing to me, but I think he’s stolen more than my virginity.

“Alright, I’m off to slay a dragon. I take it that you can find your way back to your chamber without my assistance, Mr. Winters?” I say to him.

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